Brian Moser fict || Autist, ASPD, NPD & BPD
Mosercest shippers are the bane of my existence, that is it, I don't give a shit if it's a paraphilla or if shit happened to you, I just don't wanna see it so don't follow me.
Possibly the entire cluster B, maybe a bit of cluster A.
Not a murderer anymore, just mentally ill and angry.
Be aware that I am an age slider and a FICTIVE.
General CW; murder, conflicts. Specific TW will be put on the posts, make sure you block tags of things you don't want to see.
I talk about death quite often, so if that triggers you, even a little, this isn't the blog for you.
Intro —❓ — B. MOSER || OSDD-1B SYS || FICTIVE (partially from show but mainly from books) — ❕
i like to write, i’ll take any requests except ones i am uncomfortable with. i am fine with most things but incest, nazis, genuine abuse and pedophilla. incest is a huge trigger for us, do not interact with either of me or my sister if you like it or post it. we’re both complete cunts about it, all of it.
queer trans man (shocking) || i’m my favourite faggot
feel free to interact (respectfully) with me, my private messages and askbox are also open.
if i am splitting or going through anything else relating to my disorders, i will not respond or post as fast if not at all during the time that this is happening, please do not see this as me not caring or hating anyone, if i am splitting or anything close i am terrible to everyone and prefer to be alone.
i don’t care if you flirt with me jokingly or whatever. don't be overly weird.
MY POSTS/POSTS I LIKE || DEXTER || MISC || DEX’S POSTS
i am not very source separated, but i am to a point i believe i am my own person. i do not kill people but i still find the act fascinating, if you are uncomfortable with these topics this blog may not be for you. headmate/sister also sometimes uses my accounts so there’s a tag for that in Dex’s posts
i would also be perfectly happy to talk to any other Dexter fictives/introjects or just systems in general, whether you’re source separated or not or if you just want to talk about your source or anything else. i don’t care about ‘doubles’ when it comes to alters, i will treat everyone the same and i do not view you as myself if you are a fictive of Brian, i believe that most fictives are separate but similar people to their sources.
I am making a oneshot about Soldier Boy and Homelander that is basically just what if Homelander was a girl and Soldier Boy found her sooner. I like showcasing the difference between how women are socialised vs men but despite that develop masculine traits to seem “stronger” and “better” than a ‘normal’ woman so that’s what I’m doing with her.
Also wanted to do a whole father daughter found family but actually family dynamic. I feel like this is a little out of character for SB but I don’t car it was written before I even looked at the finale or what Vought Rising was gonna be. I lwk hate Soldier Boy 50/50 so half of this is coming from a place of hatred and the other half a place of scientific intrigue
Draft under cut (be warned I haven’t chopped some unnecessary stuff out and the dialogue isnt fully fleshed out yet)
The winter is cold around them, biting and nipping at their ankles as they trudged through the snow, small snowflakes landing on the sniffling nose of the smaller girl, struggling to keep up as he moved forward with an efficiency that bellied the shock going through him. A kid. His kid.
Joan let out an indignant scoff, stopping and stomping her foot as she spoke, betraying her thumping heart that only she could hear. She waited for Soldier Boy to stop and look back at her, for him to recognise her, scoop her up into his arms and love her, but he kept going. He kept walking like she wasn’t even following and she’s not sure if it’s worse to be ignored or be left in the middle of the Russian wilderness in November.
”I’m tired. My feet hurt and it’s cold, I want to find somewhere to sleep.” Her voice trembled with frost as she started walking again, following the indents already in the snow by his boots. She looked out into the snow, into the grass covered by ice crystals and the bark infected with the very same problem. And yet the snow still rained down, regardless of them, a rabbit flickered past the trees in the distance and Joan’s eyes peeled back the layers of the world, peering through the trees, through the bones of the forest and watched as it burrowed its way to warmth, to safety.
The man stopped before she could turn her head and realise, causing her to bump into him with a force that swayed the trees around them. She lost balance and tumbled back but he grabbed a hold of her before she could fall, holding her by the scruff of her patient shirt. He heaved her around, plopping her down next to him as he turned his head to look at her with a very unamused expression.
“Is there a reason you’re squealing like a fucked up pig being butchered? Because if there is, I will gladly tell you I don’t give a shit about your whining because we’re ten minutes away from our destination.” The first time he’d spoken to her after they’d gotten away from the Russians and he was reprimanding her like a baby, Joan didn't like this very much. She puffed her cheeks out and scowled, trying to look intimidating but coming out looking like a very angry nut-hoarding chipmunk.
”Well at least, I’m not crusty and old and ugly. And gay.” With that, he grabbed a hold of a tantrum-having Joan’s shirt once again and pulled her off her feet like a misbehaving cat. To no one’s surprise, she completely forgot that she was capable of flight and literal eye lasers, struggling against his grip like the petulant child she was.
”You’re a bad guy.”
“Yeah well you’re a bad daughter. Ever think of that?”
”I’m not a bad daughter, you’re just a shitty dad.”
”Oh I’m a shitty dad?”
”Yeah.”
”I didn’t even know about you until you broke me out of that Russian shell of a military base. So excuse me for not being father of the year to my long lost brat. I’m half sure you’re not even mine.”
”I am! Look at me. I’m you, but better. And I can fly and shoot lasers. I’m so much cooler than you.”
”Mhm, can you blast people out of existance?”
“I have. I will to you if you don’t put me down.”
”Ooo, I’m fucking terrified. Please don’t use your pretty princess girly powers on me, I don’t want a miniature tea party stuck on my head.”
first few times i saw this image i kept doing dou ble takes cuz i thought it was u from the show
i’ve actually watched this movie, it was very funny. But honestly yea I see it but then again any skinny guy with black hair and a slim face could pass for Christian Camargo on a good day.
Rules: Make a poll with seven of your all time favorite characters from seven different fandoms, and then tag seven people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite.
tagged by the wonderful @moistvonlipwig yahoooo
who's the goat?
cordelia chase (buffyverse)
gwennifer "gwen" cooper (torchwood/dweu)
laurey williams (the horny edgy oklahoma revival)
jo "jomch" march (little women)
mallory "sister/anathema carpenter" glass (the silt verses)
eurydice hadestown (hadestown)
miles straume (lost)
Voting ended onJun 9
happy voting!! and tagging @discocaptain @fienyx @snoopy-hollander @openthefobwatch @artemideaddams @twelverriver and anyone else who wants to do it!! i know how much my mutuals love The Characters
these guys keep falling in love with each other just after they reject one another. surprisingly, they remain friends each time. here’s Billy trying to comfort him after he got rejected, twice.
I love the way the Dexter fandom swung back around on Harrison immediately after he got an a new haircut again. Weird ass fucks. Anyway I love what we have of him so far, my baby my boy. Debra Morgan is reborn
